Confession Time

I have a confession to make… I feel like a total failure. I finally made the decision that things just weren’t working out with Lando, and I’m working with greyhound adoption group to find a new home for him. I’m abandoning my dog. Am I a terrible person? Every time you watch one of those animal trainer shows, you hear about how pets aren’t disposable and how you can’t just give them away because you don’t live in an ideal situation. So now I’m one of those jerks with disposable pets. But really…I don’t feel as bad as I thought I would. Does that make me a worse person? I do have MANY good reasons why we’re rehoming him. But mostly it’s because he’s dead bored.  He needs another dog. And my dear, sweet husband would probably shoot me if I brought home another dog.  Or maybe he would shoot the dogs.  Either way—bad situation. Lando doesn’t play with people. At all. NEVER. He won’t even play with toys if people are watching him. He needs a dog friend. I just talked to the lady that will probably be his foster mom, and he will have LOTS of dog friends. So really it’s better for everyone. And it’s not like I gave away one of my children. And really, I won’t mind not having to pick up poop. Or watering my yard every time he pees. Or the 2 am wake-up calls. Or the broken plates. Or being unable to use a crock pot because then it’s Lando’s dinner. Or the paint-peeling gas. Or the “Sorry I just spent your college fund, kids” vet bills. And let’s face it, dog beds just don’t “go” with my decor. So maybe I am a jerk. But really, deep down inside, I’m sad.  Because I really wanted a dog.  And maybe this just means I’m not dog material. Or maybe he just wasn’t for us.  Who knows? Have fun, Lando.  I’ll miss you. Mostly.